Pop Sonnet #4200

Live in dreams wide awake
Curses when they stream
All for one old single take
And courage was the gleam

Of a silver laden spectator
That held the gold
Into a furnace under later
That came to just be cold

And isolated in the deck
The magician found my card
And I will ask you to have no wrecks
Because they can be hard

And I would hope for the best in things
What more goodness can life bring

Pop Sonnet #4201

So for all the shouting by
A passage to see sure
And difficulty counting why
The apple was the cure

And count me in for things beseeched
That wretched law of man
That somethings work better in a speech
And some die faster than

A steamboat full of coal to shift the course
I would have to reckon with
The nature that is forced
And in a minute they will lift

A furnace to the backyard where I grovel next to chains
And conquer all the feelings that are forming in my brain

Pop Sonnet #4202

Because you know that disconnect
From memory assaulting
The coolest type that ever checked
Was already out halting

The massive line between the sides
Is very thin and red
To illustrate the only guides
By accompanying the said

Of all the lasting doctor worship
And wondering what it is like
To fall along with curves and trips
And the reorder in the bike

Will lead me to think I have to go
My brain is processing very slow

Pop Sonnet #4203

I wonder what it is to make
A world so very perfect
Even when the old mistake
Comes into now collect

And steal back the larger portion
Of revised immigration
The sign outside of here is endorsing
Things I wish were all a nation

Because I never wanted anyone to hate
But sometimes people get upset
And that is why I will not commiserate
With the sort that never bet

So it is all lost upon my latch
Could there be an even bigger catch

Pop Sonnet #4204

This just seems absurd by now
Just wait in a few thousand
There will be the obsolete growl
Of any type of crowd send

And catch me back in goals afloat
The crunch will land performance
The chances are among the boat
The material will begin to vanish

And nothing seems to cause this yet
And not sure how it works
Never suited just to bet
That there were only perks

To a system of the residential license place
I would have to question why someone was on this space

Pop Sonnet #4205

So you must have plodded on
Even in the smoke filled reach
The darker it was leaving gone
To fill a searcher with the niche

Of inheritance a mighty streak
Of guidance in the absolute
And ask you for the trip was meek
To rise above the flute

And dance into a pied piper's lair
The celebrated story
That goes along with dancing on air
Like now in all the glory

I just hope that all is okay
I think I will check in today

Pop Sonnet #4206

In the presence of an aged angled angel
There are moments to impress
With virtue going able
And the moment to repress

Will imitate a garage band
And create a few tunes heavy
The time you have to understand
And whatever breaks the levy

Before the contemplation arose
And I returned the favor
Not to count what is said is what goes
But along the familiar flavor

Just for an object of the hidden
Don't you know I was only kidding

Pop Sonnet #4207

And then the gauge fills reckless lair
The spotted in the heap
Gone for fixing in the fair
Gone for all the keep

And cycled beyond starry clouds
The moon will rise so high
And see advantage all at crowds
Of waking before I

And maybe one day I will guess
That feeling in the morning
When all is coming on to dress
The fretful fancy forlorn thing

That I cannot describe in any other way
Kept a face above the written words to go this play

Pop Sonnet #4208

I have been just training
For all that lies ahead
But you know the chaining
Deepened in the tiny bed

And I was so important to myself
I could not see beyond the soul
And then the days became a shelf
Of goods to prosper beyond control

And when I look back on it
I find a tool so reigned
So bring on the planet chronic
To what the middle named

That I was now on edge of the bottom of the pit
And of course it takes a while to just even out the kit

Pop Sonnet #4209

So dance with me a thousand times
For every verse I have written
For every single tiny line
That comes with gentle hitting

That smoothness of a shape so divine
That carves a wooden spoon
And looks upon the answer mine
And chases after the rune

That opened gates once and always locked
The escalated shield
Will bring about the simple flocked
And elevate the yield

To reiterate a contemplation before all had signed
Accompany me to the end of the very kind